Do You See the Colors of The Current?

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The young man lay on the dock, chin tucked nicely in his fingers at the edge of the wood.  “What’s it look like, under the ocean?”

A mermaid held onto the buoy just off the edge of the dock, anchoring herself in place.  “The water distorts the comings and goings of light in a different way from the air.  The deeper I plunge into the ocean, the darker everything seems, the stranger the colors.”  She held out a hand.  “Would you like to see?”

The man shook his head.  “Nah.  I couldn’t breathe under there.”

The mermaid chuckled, put the hand up to her mouth to hide her giggle.

“Maybe you do have all the colors in the universe, but I bet we got something you don’t.”  He turned around, grabbed something out of a pocket, and showed it to her.

Her eyes widened.  “Oh!  It’s so yellow!”

The man ripped off a corner of the plastic packaging and removed the contents.  “Us humans call this a chocolate bar.  It’s like… Imagine seeing a new color, except this will be taste.”  He broke off a section.  “Here, have a piece.”

The mermaid put her salty fingers around the brown piece of candy and sniffed it warily before putting it in her mouth.  She chewed, then swallowed.  “What was I supposed to get out of that?”

“It wasn’t pleasant?” the man asked, confused.  “Chocolate’s very sweet.  Humans love it!”

She wiped the corners of her mouth, making sure all of the chocolate was gone.  “This… I think I understand now how you feel about not being able to see the true colors of the ocean, because I can’t taste the true joy of the forests.”

“It doesn’t bother me.”  The man smiled.  “I can see enough to know you’re beautiful.”

“And I like you enough that your delicious flesh would still set uneasily in my stomach.”

(314 Words)

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This was written for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #79, color!

On Wednesdays, I like to showcase a prompt that is new to me if possible.  Check out Reena’s long-running prompt, and definitely participate!  A new challenge should be coming out soon.

 

 

Master of the Sea

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A slender hand helped him spew water from his lungs.  “It is good you lived, but I’m afraid your countrymen died.”  Her queenly presence was clothed in radiant stones from the ocean, her hair glistened with sea mist.

She had a fin in place of legs and loose webs between long fingers.

“She was a good ship… and my friends were good sailors.” The man shook as tears welled in his eyes.

“Before the storm, you said you were masters of the sea?”

“Why not?  His Majesty’s navy is the world’s finest.”

She flicked her tail and swam away.

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This was written for the Carrot Ranch prompt, ‘sea mist.’  I thought it was such a calm, poetic prompt, so I had to turn it into something about colonization and naval supremacy.  Mer-folk used to laugh at our clumsy ships, but now the coral and ocean life is dying thanks to climate change, looks like we both lose!

That’s What Mermaids Are Made Of

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The young man waited at the drawbridge.  He looked over the side of his boat into the iridescent tide of the river.  He pulled back, surprised, when two curious orbs stared back.

A mermaid with oil-slick hair rose from the murky, polluted water.  With one finger she beckoned him closer, and with tender, mischievous eyes, she warned him the cost of venturing forth.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief.  “A mermaid?  For real?  In the middle of town?”

She flashed sharpened teeth and rose further out of the water.  Naked breasts sat on a thin, skeletal frame.  Black oil shimmered across the tail fin that kept her treading water.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, leaning closer.

She licked her lips.

The drawbridge lifted, and the young man’s father – at the helm in their little fishing boat – whistled to garner his attention.  They cranked the engines, sputtered a bit more carbon into the atmosphere.

The oil slick mermaid hissed and sank back into the depth.

(163 words)

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This flash was inspired by the picture provided by Michelle DeAngelis for the Flash Ficton for Aspiring Writers no. 187. I hope you can see the environmental themes I hid in there!